What Is Our Innocence, What

Honesty - However Dangerous - Should Be As Valuable As Radium It Seems To Me.

Superior People Never Make Long Visits.

I See No Reason For Calling My Work Poetry Except That There Is No Other Category In Which To Put It.

As For Butterflies, I Can Hardly Conceive Of One's Attending Upon You; But To Question The Congruence Of The Complement Is Vain, If It Exists.

You Are Not Male Nor Female, But A Plan Deep-set Within The Heart Of Man.